I had a dream the other night that I was walking down halsted st. with my brother. We were chatting a comparing phone and I told him about my dream….that I just had that same night. The previous dream was about a group of people living inside of an airplane. I think it was too dangerous for us to go outside. For whatever reason the plan was next to a giant gold tower. We went up the tower and looked over the city which was really scary. We also found an old train line and jumped on a train that took us to an ancient Italian village which was also made of gold…I finish telling my brother about this dream and we find a coffee shop. It was actually an Anne Sathers but they had removed all the tables. Inside there were a bunch of indie kids listing to open mic night. We went to the back and leaned up against a piano and listened. The hostess asked the guy playing the guitar to play something from Romeo and Juiliet.